I walk almost everyday on the path where I have been seeing this church for more than 2 years now. I had taken several photos of it but was waiting for the perfect moment where I could feel and say “Yes!!I got it.” Yesterday, while coming back from work at night, I felt it. My picture perfect moment…..
Light was her companion, Shadows her playmates, Born with a heart of gold, The kid was always full of hope. Taking her little fingers out, She made shapes of butterfly and goat, Laughing at allher creations, She never thought that she would face a retaliation. Growing up she made jokes on all the shadow creatures that she made, Making stories for her play, She directed them how to move, And was proud to write their screenplays.
Situations changed, The kid grew upto become a fine young woman, She never remembered her little friends, And forgot about all the plays that she madefor them. Now,the light she loved became dimmer day by day, Atlast,to find herself all alone in a dark way, Scared to death, She tried to find back her shadow friends.
All in a vain, Not knowing about the darkness that she was in, "Where are you all? I'm afraid, please come back", she screamed, But, things were going to unfold in a way that she never would have thought or could have dreamed. In darkness, her friends started to show their true colours, Even her own shadow disappeared leaving her distressed, All other ones played a different gamewith her, This time, they wrote a screenplay for her. -JMJ
Walking alone, Tired and fed up on herself, She felt hopeless, On her way back home, She found chaos everywhere, Not only around her, But also in her mind.
Shouting with excitement that her mama is home, Her little daughter opened the door when she rang thebell, Seeing her mama all exhausted, And offering to give a head massage with her little fingers, The daughter smiled pouring out all her love and care, And she found her little piece of heaven, On her daughter's lap. -JMJ
In that dark night, Where the moon decided to hide behind the clouds, Where the sky couldn't hold its tears and the broken earth's emotions had overflowed, She could feel dampness on her feet, The cold air found its hands to strangle her, She couldn't breathe, It felt like her legs were giving up, Soon drowning in the mud, She won't be visible to anyone.
So, she tried and God knows she tried, To pick herself up and to keep walking, Covering her ears, she kept her eyes wide opened, To protect herself from hungryhowling wolves, Who were waiting for the perfect time to pounce, She gathered every piece of her, And ran for the life.
That's when she saw the tunnel, And at the end of it, she could see a stunning star, Resembling all the lights that she had ever seen in her lifetime, But, when she tried to reach for it, Keeping her hopes high with a twinkle in her eyes, She realised that it was just a mirage, So she vanished into the thin air, As if she was just a dust in an enormous galaxy. -JMJ
It’s almost going to be my blog anniversary next month and I thought that I would do it then. But there is no point in waiting for the perfect moment to thank someone. Instead, I’m going to make this moment the perfect one to thank you all….
When I started the blog, I wasn’t expecting anyone to read it. I started it as a diary so that I can pour out my heart. But, in these few months, I was able to communicate with so many wonderful people around the world. I’m going to take this opportunity to thank you all who supported me, followed me, liked, commented and criticised my posts. Without you all, I won’t be here. I’m really grateful to my first three followers who supported me all throughout.. Gabriela, Pooja and Cindy. You all gave me the confidence to continue on this path.
I would also like to thank all the visitors around the world who took their valuable time to visit my blog.
Thank you everyone, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Where are those days were people used to actually talk? When they had the time to look into someone's eyes and speak their heart, When they sat next to each other without any gadgets, But holding their hands. Where they used to lie down on the ground, Looking at the sky, They found 'Seven Sisters', And taking their time for the dreams to unfold.
Where are those days where a single flower from the lover was considered so precious, That it was secretly kept in between the pages of your favorite book? Where there was no Facebook or Instagram to declare your love, But used to spend days with hope waiting for their loved ones' letters.
Where are those days where there was a Romeo for a Juliet? A Mr. Darcy for an Elizabeth? A Majnu for a Laila? And a Dante for a Beatrice? May be I'm just an old soul, Looking for true love and kindness in this robotic world, Or may be I'm in wrong space and time where I don't belong, I think I should get back to my time machine. -JMJ
While fluttering around, Beautiful with vibrant colored wings, I captured your attention, And I saw that you were totally in awe of my beauty! Where is your attention? Is it on my wings? I'm not just that, Those wings are the signs of my success, From hardship and darkness, And I'm proud of them. But, I'm more than that. Once I was a caterpillar, Just like any other worms I used to crawl, To fill my belly, And I ate, I ate so much that one day I couldn'tmove.
I was not able to take a single step and I lost my appetite, No one cared about me, So, I found shelter in darkness, Left alone to die, I covered myself so that no one could ever see me. I spent several days in despair with no light in my life, But, that was not the end, I transformed that I could no longer stay in the cage, That I made myself for me. Now, I'm free, I'm humble and I'm strong, Not just beautiful, So, where is your attention? Is it on my wings? -JMJ
In your eyes, I saw my life, Blossoming like a fragrant flower, With all its beauty and elegance, Like a queen with all her grace. In your eyes, I saw that flame, Which burnt my eyes to find a way to the heart, The light which brightened my soul, The fire which engulfed me whole. In your eyes, I saw lyrics of a beautiful song, Bringing rain to a deserted heart, A melody, so divine soothing my body and mind, The music which unknotted emotions of all kind. In your eyes, I saw myself, With well guarded walls,protecting myself from another hurt, Scarred and bruised from old deep wounds, Standing tall with my perfectimperfections. -JMJ